Gertrudis Gomez de Avellaneda
Gertrudis Gómez de Avellaneda y Arteaga (March 23, 1814 – February 1, 1873) was a Cuban writer of the 19th century.
Gomez de Avellaneda was often either praised or shunned for her literary works. She wrote poems, autobiographies, novels and plays. During the 1840s and 1850s was when she was most famous for her writings. She had other female rivals in writing such as Carolina Coronado ... more »
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Gertrudis Gomez de Avellaneda Poems
There are no ties to bind us now; all ties are broken: I asked that Heaven make it so; thanks be to God!
¡Perla del mar! ¡Estrella de Occidente! ¡Hermosa Cuba! tu brillante cielo, la noche cubre con su opaco velo como cubre el dolor mi triste frente.
A Una Mariposa
Hija del aire, nívea mariposa, que de luz y perfume te embriagas y del jardín al amaranto vagas, como del lirio a la encendida rosa
On the 'Betis' Swift I float As my boat Lightly goes,
To A Butterfly
Daughter to the wind, snow-white butterfly, Inebriate with perfume and sunlight, Wandering from garden to amaranth,
Pearl of the Sea! Star of the West! Beautiful Cuba! Your brilliant sky Is covered by Night's opaque veil,
Feliz Quien Junto a Tí... (Happy He Who ...
¡Feliz quien junto a ti por ti suspira, Quien oye el eco de tu voz sonora, Quien el halago de tu risa adora,
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There are no ties to bind us now; all ties are broken:
I asked that Heaven make it so; thanks be to God!
A bitter cup once filled with pleasure, is now empty;
My soul, at last, can find repose; it desires nothing.
I loved you once, I do not love you now; ponder on that, at least.
If I erred it was because I could not face that truth.
Let all these many years of bitterness and strife
Be swallowed in memory's void; and let my heart breathe free.
You have battered and destroyed it without pity;
And madly trampled, once and again, my pride ...
Yet never from ...